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During the years when I ascended to the pinnacle of gambling, I was enveloped in a world where luck intertwined seamlessly with strategy. The thrill of risk was my constant companion, and every hand dealt was an opportunity to weave a tale of fortune and fate.

In those vibrant nights, the casino lights flickered like stars, each glimmer promising untold possibilities. The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the intoxicating perfume of ambition. My every decision was calculated, and executed with precision, as I danced with the tides of chance, confident in my ability to bend them to my will.

I became known not only for my remarkable skill but also for a certain charisma that drew others to me. Players regarded me with a mix of admiration and trepidation, for I was not merely a participant in the game—I was its master. The cards whispered secrets to me, and I understood the language of the dice as if they belonged to a realm where I reigned supreme.

Yet, amidst the glamour and glory, this intoxicating world concealed its shadows. The very allure that elevated me to greatness also harboured treachery and deception. I found myself ensnared in a web woven by those who coveted my prowess, eager to see me fall from grace.

In those years, I walked a fine line between triumph and disaster, relishing every victory while remaining ever-vigilant against the unseen perils that lurked in the shadows.

The Years I Was The Gambling God

Uncle Zhong's response left the second boss utterly hopeless. He had thought that with Uncle Zhong's reemergence, he might still have a chance to make a comeback. But he didn't expect that, like the Zou family, he had already become a pawn abandoned by the Kanto Gambling King. 


The second boss stared blankly into the distance, muttering incessantly to himself: "You all betrayed me, none of you are good people, you're all bastards, you all deserve to die!" He kept repeating these few sentences, as if on the brink of a mental breakdown. Unfortunately, no one was paying attention to him anymore. 


Qi Bridge turned to Zou Tian and smirked, "Boss, your luck today is just too bad. Your venues were raided, and you lost the gambling match. Not only are you going to lose your hand, but you also have to swim to shore in this cold, bone-chilling river. Tell me, do you think you'll make it alive?" 


Chapter 394: Hidden